"Nobody, he told me, had ever crossed the desert, though hundreds had
tried to do so, for everyone knew that it was in the very center of the
oasis that the Wonderful Plant grew. He had never been able to find
out why it was a Wonderful Plant; some said it had a flower that never
died, the perfume of which would keep off trouble, others said that its
leaves, crushed and eaten, would cure all ills, and yet others thought
that if planted in an orchard it would ensure a wonderful fruit crop
forever afterwards.
"However, nobody really knew, because there were great creatures that
guarded the oasis and chased travelers. Giants they were, with
dreadful twisted features, and sometimes they rode horrible twisted
horses, and sometimes awful camels. Nobody had ever been killed by
them, for all had been wise enough to return as quickly as possible
when the giants approached.
"Sometimes indeed travelers had been attacked and chased by a huge
toucan which lived on the oasis, and which knocked them down and
battered them with its wings, but they had managed to escape with their
lives. Nobody, he added, had tried to cross for a long time now; it
was altogether too impossible.
"I was very much interested, especially in the toucan, and asked what
manner of bird it was.
"'It is a terrible creature,' answered the inn-keeper, 'and the terror
of the countryside. It is at least ten feet in length and has an
enormous beak. It delights to steal our peaches, and in spite of all
we can do ruins a good many crops every year. Scarecrows, be they ever
so large, do not frighten it, and it will eat all the fruit from a
dozen trees in an hour. It merely stands on the ground, shakes the
tree with its beak until the fruit falls, and then gobbles it up.'
"I asked him what it lived on when there were no peaches to eat, but he
did not know. It did not matter, he added gloomily, it did damage
enough, and had just the day before cleaned off two of his very best
trees.
"For the next few days I wandered about, going to the edge of the
desert and wondering how I was going to get across the yellow sands
over which no traveler had ever journeyed far.
"One day as I sat under a tree on a favorite stone meditating I noticed
a large dark object coming through the air towards me. It was the
toucan. I kept still and watched him. He stopped over a peach tree
which grew at the bottom of an orchard not far off, and alighting on
the ground walked over and deliberately shook the tree. Down fell the
delicious fruit in a shower. Harder and harder he shook until not a
peach that was at all ripe remained. Then he walked around and
leisurely swallowed the peaches as a chicken swallows corn kernels.
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